i know it's weird sorry

My day on the campus i’m preparing to move to:
  • Disability counselor asks me my pronouns before anything else
  • Herd of female deer casually stroll past me
  • chipmunks hanging out
  • Ocean view
  • Scent of eucalyptus 
  • Big huge hug from friend and future roommate
  • Who also found a loophole in the rules that her friend used to get a doggo on campus (which they say is 100% not allowed, no exceptions) so we’re planning on getTING A KITTEN
  • Who ALSO wants to study abroad in the same area of Scotland after our 4 years are over
  • And then we talked about our butts and mental health and cute girls and boys and compared leg hair so yeah LOL


on some thursday
  • <p> <b>some american:</b> hey!! u know what day it is :D????<p/><b>me, a non-american:</b> uhh umm philip..hamilton's death???anniversary??????<p/><b>american:</b> <p/><b>me:</b> <p/></p>

I was sad, and when I’m sad I write sad things. This is basically a non-canon version of the ending of the House of Hades. (Word count: 971 words.)

Percy thinks that deep down, a part of him always knew it was going to end this way. 

For as the world crashes down around him, as fire reigns, as monsters howl yet all Percy can hear is the blood rushing through his body, as he looks at Annabeth, he wonders how could it ever have gone any different? 

They were heroes. And heroes, especially the Greek ones, never got a happy ending. 

It started when Bob fell. They were going strong, and despite the odds hope glimmered in Percy, but then Tartarus arrived. And Percy had known Bob hadn’t stood a chance. 

The look on Annabeth’s face when Damasen had arrived had been enough to make Percy’s heart soar, and believe for a second they still had a hope. But then the monsters had overcome him too, Tartarus’ shadows beating him down. Damasen still struggled a short distance away from them. He thrashed many monsters into dust, and kept them away from Percy and Annabeth. 

Annabeth turns to face him. “Percy,” she croaks. Her face is grimy, wounds feasting on her skin, but her grey eyes remain as unbroken as ever. To Percy, she is more beautiful than ever, and he is overcome by emotion. He wants to grab her, and kiss her, and tell her he loves her over and over again. He wants to take her into his arms and protect her and shield her. More than anything he wants to live with her, grow old with her, have kids with her. He wants to do all the things with her they deserved to do. 

Somehow, despite not a word reaching his lips, Annabeth’s face perceptibly changes. Percy thinks she’s understood what he was thinking. 

“Percy,” she says, quieter now. They’ve both forgotten the monsters: Small Bob is prowling around them, the last of them that remains strong, protecting them from any incoming beasts. “We need to get the doors. We need to do that–for them–” Annabeth breaks off. She doesn’t need to finish. 

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“And why did you play this game?”

“Board games are played when you get bored.”

“Not this one!!!”

anonymous asked:

Which comic is the one where Scarecrow screams "NYAAA!"?

Can you show me the panel? If I saw that then I’d probably know. I can’t remember off the top of my head though. I searched though several of my comics in an attempt to find this, because I vaguely recall what you’re talking about, but most of the time his screams are variations of hroo hraa.

Old sketch of Eddie McNodick and Daddy Park

From the fic ‘To Be Well’

The lyrics “I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time but I never planned on you changing your mind” will always hit me like a bus full of emotions.

anonymous asked:

Okay, okay. But. Have you ever imagined Hide with his natural hair color?

i have now 

If any of you try to talk with me and I’m hesitant to reply, I promise it’s nothing you did! It’s super hard for me to socialize and talk with people and when I try to be outgoing, my actions become awkward, embarrassing, and I often times tend to make people uncomfortable. If this happens, I’m terribly sorry. I’m practically an adult and I still don’t know how to talk to people and how to act. I don’t know any other way. So if you’re trying to talk to me, please be patient with me. I’m trying my best to converse because I absolutely love talking to you guys! I just have to overcome so many internal things to be able to carry a conversation. If you’re really interested in getting to know me, I open up really well when I talk about interests I have, but I absolutely love hearing what makes others happy!

[PLS BEAR WITH ME, this is an OC drabble so you can ignore this POST IM SORRY, so yeah little drabble under the cut to go with this drawing, TL;DR: Jack is the one that finds Daniel in the abandoned Talon laboratory]

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I’m Fine.

@slobsims and @xamii are precious and I want to cuddle the heck out of them k?

That post where someone had screencapped this person’s page of things they need tagged and were laughing that it said Beyoncé really rubbed me the wrong way… Like. Some of the stuff on the page was silly I guess (allosexusls was on there so I guess that’s something) but dudes. People have triggers. It didn’t say like, people of color? It said Beyoncé. Maybe their abuser loved Beyoncé. Maybe it was playing during their assault. Don’t mock that. Please.


Chiyoda, Minato, Ikebukuro, Shinjuku, Shibuya…

He’s been stationed in Tokyo for a couple of weeks now, and still had no clue what he was supposed to be doing. The general idea was to ‘gather information’, but surely there were people better suited for the task. Those from around here, for one. It was the capital, after all — a considerable amount of manpower must be concentrated here.

He spent most of his time talking with information brokers and rumormongers alike, but without much success. The reports contradicted one another, and none checked out in the end. A lot of intelligence varied from district to district. It was chaos, in the loosest sense of the word, where no one seemed to understand what was going on.

And now he found himself in Yongenjaya, in front of some coffee shop. He’d been standing here for a while, contemplating whether he should enter. The place looked cozy, one of those spots that didn’t necessarily have heavy traffic, but instead a group of dedicated regulars.

Therein laid the problem. Among familiar customers he — with his hair and the sword bag on his back — would draw attention instantly. This was nothing new, but usually people soon forgot about him in their daily rush. Here, however… Here he may be talked about for some time after.

Still, his legs were starting to ache after a full day of walking. He could probably get a seat somewhere in the corner. With luck, his unfamiliarity would deter any curious patrons.

Finally slowly nodding to himself, he came up to the building, pushed the door open, and came inside. After scanning the interior and finding a suitable place, he wasted no time getting comfortable; resting the sword bag on his knees and pulling out his laptop.

🎶look who manages to ruin all the good friendships she has🎶